Chapter 72 Self-torture
Although this kind of threat has basically been made clear, it is not strange for the other party to take action immediately at the next moment, but it is strange that Wan Yi waited for a long time after finishing his trick and did not wait for that moment.
It was the homeless man next to him who looked like he had seen a ghost.
Wan Yi took a picture of his shocked face and said, "Don't go to the dead end where you turn the third road to the left. Be careful to die there."
After saying that, he left.
The homeless man who didn't know what was going on was left confused.
Wan Yi came to a park on a mountain, where she could look out over the entire city, and the scenery was quite good.
He picked up his camera and took a photo of the city in front of him.
This time, he got a beautiful landscape photo without using the soul-capturing technique.
When he was about to retreat and leave, he felt his back leaning against a cold body, and the tingling sensation of thick hair on his neck.
Someone was standing back to back with him.
The next moment, a just right push came from behind, and he was pushed directly from the high platform.
but……
Wan Yi was still standing on the edge of the high platform, looking at his fallen self. The fallen Wan Yi smiled and gave a polite middle finger.
Boom!
Wan Yi turned around and saw the bloody face.
"Look, people are dead."
The other party also seemed a little confused. Why did they push everyone down? Why is there still one standing here? What was it that just fell?
It was actually quite confused, because it also saw Wan Yi's clone, and it chose to follow Wan Yi only after hesitating.
I thought it was just a small accident, but it actually broke another one when it did it.
Wan Yi saw that it didn't move, so he ignored it and sat down on a bench.
After a while, a rustling sound came from under the high platform.
Pale arms stained with blood grabbed the railing, and a figure climbed up.
Surprisingly, it was Wan Yi who had just been pushed down.
His body was full of resentment, his face was pale, and his eyes were ferocious.
It has taken the shape of a curse.
Cursing Wan Yi, his limbs fell down and became deformed. He approached Wan Yi tremblingly in a classic crawling posture, while Wan Yi just watched quietly.
Finally, the bloody hand grabbed Wan Yi's trouser leg.
Cloudy eyes and dark eyes looked at each other.
"Is it fun?" Wan Yi asked.
"It's not bad." Curse Wan Yi said in a windy voice.
The curse on the side:?
Of course, even if Wan Yi's clone died completely and then a simple shell was filled with resentment and used as a puppet, such a weird thing would not happen.
However, although the curse is unreasonable to kill people, it is very reasonable to transform.
The clone of Wan Yi, who was transformed into a curse, came like this.
"But let's talk first, I can't control myself now." Curse Wan Yi suddenly showed a nasty smile.
"Of course I know." After saying that, Wan Yi stepped on the face that was as decadent as his own and kicked the cursed clone away.
Then he touched his face: "It's unreasonable. I can still feel the same after being transformed..."
When he looked up again, Wan Yi found that the bloody young lady was gone.
This is probably what I said before, if one attack fails, then you have to wait for the next cycle.
Although Wan Yi always felt that it was just to see the mood of the grudges. The young lady may need to calm down.
The curse Wan Yi at his feet followed and disappeared.
Wan Yi got up and stretched, and then started to do business.
He said a long time ago that he came here to do important things, not to play, I am sure of it.
First, he pulled out another clone, and then took out some things.
Two pairs of crow wings, a pair of male and female lizard wings, a cat's body, a dog's body, etc.
For this matter, he once asked people in the play for advice.
…
"Gathering resentment? Do you think I am an evil cultivator?" Liang Rendao looked at him with a smile.
"But you don't know a little bit about everything?"
"Yes, it doesn't mean I have to do it. I have knowledge but no intention of putting it into practice. In addition, I think Red should have a more suitable method for you in this regard." The good man said and left.
So Wan Yi found Red.
Rhett put down the book in his hand and said, "To what extent is it necessary to condense resentment?"
"Is there any degree of this? Then...have you seen The Grudge?"
"what?"
"Come, let me show you." Wan Yi projected the plot of the curse onto the theater entirely through memory, letting Red watch a horror movie and reviewing it himself.
Hehe, Sister Gaoyoko is so pretty.
"Grudge. This kind of curse is interesting. It is indeed possible to achieve it through witchcraft. I will try it right away." Rhett also became interested and simulated it directly on the theater.
Surprisingly, the matter was not solved immediately. Red encountered some troubles. Wan Yi didn't understand and could only thank him while watching him think.
Because Rhett himself had something to do and couldn't help all the time, the progress was slow.
After spending about a month here and there, Red got the results.
He demonstrated it in the theater, then explained the material requirements in detail, and finally said: "That's about it. It should be able to create a curse that satisfies the image in that movie, but it is just a curse. If you want to use it, To bring out the power that makes ordinary people despair, we also need a source of resentment that already exists and is strong enough."
"This should be related to the difference in the world. It can be successful in theaters, but in another world, even my own world, I am not sure. It is best to try it in a world similar to The Grudge."
After a pause, Rhett said: "Sorry, troupe leader, this is the best I can think of. Considering the differences between the worlds, with my little effort, I want to create a mother and son plus one It’s still a bit difficult to achieve the powerful effect in the movie with just the death of a black cat.”
Wan Yi waved his hand quickly: "No, no, no! You have done a very good job. It was just my willful request. It is an exaggeration that you actually came up with a feasible plan for me."
Rhett showed a bright and beautiful smile: "I hope I can help you."
…
To be honest, Red has gradually become outrageous.
Wan Yi's impression of Red is still that of a vampire who wields a sword with flesh and blood. Whether in the script world or on the theater, it is rare to see him tinkering with his witchcraft anymore.
But this time the wise man woke up and went to ask for help, he saw part of the horror that Red had gradually hidden over the years.
In one month, he relied on a movie to research from scratch a terrifying curse that would cause the collapse of society in a modern world without supernatural powers.
What level is this?
What is the upper limit of witchcraft that exists in Red's own world?
Wan Yi doesn't know anything and doesn't dare to think about anything.
But in any case, Rhett fulfilled his request and placed a piece of ultimate evil witchcraft in front of him.
After laying out these ominous-looking things, Wan Yi followed Rhett's original instructions.
As the last handful of materials were scattered, the witchcraft was completed. All the materials instantly turned into blood, then began to condense on the ground, and finally turned into a pitch-black unknown object, exuding a faint fishy smell.
The clone picked it up and showed a disgusted expression: "Do you really want to eat it?"
"Eat it. Anyway, we are all tasting it with you." Wan Yi said.
After this was not a comfort, the clone pinched his nose and directly stuffed the witchcraft creation into his mouth.
"Vomit!" As a result, the clone that was actually responsible for eating didn't say much. Wan Yi's body was the first to start retching, and then his mind was suddenly filled with the sound of retching.
It’s unclear how much sincerity there is and how much is just for fun.
"I haven't even vomited yet!"
"Then you can do it now."
"vomit!"
The clone finished retching and got up from the ground: "I don't feel any change, what should I say next?"
"What do you mean? Die quickly and become the source of the curse." Wan Yi looked at him with a matter-of-fact expression.
The clone narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "Then in order to make my resentment stronger when I die, can I choose some painful way to die?"
Hearing this, Wan Yi's eyebrows rose: "Okay, I've always been very lenient with you."
…
Wan Yi underwent a brutal torture.
He first shattered the clone's limbs, then dragged it wantonly on the ground, made several cuts on his body with a knife, and then bandaged it, only seeking pain, not death.
The clone was covered in cold sweat, lying in front of Wan Yi, his body was shaking, and his eyes were bloodshot.
Wan Yi sat back on the bench and took a rest.
"I'll go, it's almost done, I'm going to hurt you to death."
"Give this brother a good time."
"I made an appointment for a massage to relax my muscles. As soon as I started pressing this part, you started to work hard. The masseuse saw me twitching and thought I was sick!"
"It seems that a few brothers were scratched to death by wild monsters just now because they were distracted by pain."
"What an extremely humble way to die."
When Wan Yi heard this, he felt that it was about the same. He was in quite a lot of pain, and when he realized it, there was really no need to vent his anger on him. It was just a curse, so it wouldn't be a problem.
But the clone lying on the ground in front of me is still strong. Even if the bones are broken and the flesh and blood are cut open, it still speaks in a decaying voice...
"That's it?"
Wan Yi took a deep breath.
The other clones gasped.
This brother really carried out his revenge on "society" to the end, although he only took revenge on all Wan Yi.
"The splitting of muscles and bones learned from Fukong finally comes into use." Wan Yi said, moving his joints and standing up.
"Calm down, main body! He is irritating you!"
"Why would anyone be angry with me?"
"Although it feels good to do it, it doesn't benefit us at all!"
"No!"
Wan Yi ignored the voice in his head and directly grabbed the clone's head and slammed it on the ground, starting the second round of torture.